It surprises me I've only made 846 posts. I would have thought at least a thousand.
Shall I make it a thousand?
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From an everyday state of mind, trails woo me. A path through chaos, aligning everything around its single axis—that intoxicating pairing of mystery and certainty. On the trail, nothing could be worse! I can only get my kicks stepping back into disorder.
I have to laugh at the constant contradiction of it all. Any dichotomous parsing of reality leads to irony and silliness. It's the most natural phenomenon in the world: just as I hide from the roads on a trail, I hide from a trail in the bushes.
There's pleasure in the pathless woods.
Little babies, Spring 2017
a thousand doesn't seem that far... and then two thousand will be pretty close... and then three... : )
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